Senses
Chapter One Sight
Stayne was a voyeur. He knew it, and did nothing to stop himself. The pleasure of watching was just too great, and when he had a gorgeous subject like Alannah to watch, that just added to his lust. The way she moved, walked, danced-the rhythm of her body was mouth watering.
He watched her whenever he could. In the morning, she would awaken before him to make breakfast-often wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He would stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as she bustled about. Several times, she would stand on her tiptoes to reach something, and he would get a mouthwatering glimpse of her smooth legs and more-if he looked closely enough.
Then one morning he had gone out into the kitchen and nearly fainted in desire at the sight he beheld. Alannah was wearing his robe, her curves clearly visible. He watched as she sashayed about the kitchen, humming to herself.
Stayne whimpered, and Alannah turned to him, grinning. "Do you like what you see, Ilosivic?"
Stayne gulped, nodding. Alannah grinned, and then turned back to the counter, hips swaying gently.
Stayne groaned, crossed the room in three long strides, spun her around, and yanked her into a kiss. "I'm tired of watching." He whispered darkly. He swept her up into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.
Breakfast could wait.